Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

For my mom

This is just a small shout out to my mother who is really struggling today with the grief over the passing of her own mother and all the crazy explosions that go off in life when something like this happens. I remember when I was growing up in Tennessee how we used to take car rides in the fall to look at the changing colors of the leaves. She is the one who taught me to appreciate these fleeting few weeks when the world looks like it’s on fire. And in some metaphorical sense this wall of leaves makes me think of what she must be going through right now.

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